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@taewcn-blog
anyone here caught your interest?
❛ don’t be so hopeful. ❜
who's important to you here?
❛ other than my sister, i’m impartial. ❜
h o n e s t y h o u r ,,
「 ᴀᴊ 」
THIS PARTICULAR DAY seemed to have been dragging along dreadfully slower than most, and this painfully D U L L pace both but the boy at ease and tugged at his agitation. what could he possibly have done to make it any more exciting ?? it was already beginning to get late which was dampening his energy, and by this time, he was getting ready to call it a day. the sound of a sudden rattle coming from beside him yanked him out of his l a z y daze and back into reality, and he couldn’t help but stare at the source of the racket. his eyes found themselves fixating onto the other’s actions, observing eagerly as he carried on about his frustrations. his words caught the boy off guard, but he was luckily equipped with twenty appropriate responses. “keeping your laptop on your thighs like that makes it more prone to overheating. banging it around out of frustration makes it more suscesptible to falling apart. that’s two. three strikes, and the gods of technology just might call you out.” maybe that wasn’t the best way to go about it.
the INSTANT the words provided by the other r e g i s t e r e d with taewon, his dark hues ROLLED ( any further and they may have got stuck in the back of his skull ), and he pushed his body back upright ( making it l o o k like it took a LOT more effort than it actually required ). a tongue brushed across drying lips and he shot a g l a r e to the other, ❛ you KNOW, i’m more than happy to throw this laptop at YOU and make my THIRD strike something w o r t h w i l e. ❜ most other days and you would be able to sense the h u m o u r in taewon’s tone, but with his mood being FAR from pleasant, words did nothing but hiss out, laced in BITTERNESS ( and his body language partnered perfectly ). he shifted, trying to find comfort in the seat he was occupying ( with no success ), before SIGHING once more, wishing that he had NOT opened the opportunity for conversation with another ( he hadn’t thought it through, really, but did he EVER ?? ). ❛ i’ve NOT had enough c o f f e e to deal with any of this, ❜ he mumbled, a hushed grumble accompanying.
「ᴊɪɴʜᴇᴇ 」
@taewcn
IT’S JUST another one of t h o s e days where jinhee finds herself in taewin’s apartment, not there for anything specific but more so to waste time and distract herself from her writer’s block. he enables her behavior by letting her waste her day away with him ﹙though he doesn’t have much of a choice since jinhee will throw a fit if he doesn’t﹚ and she couldn’t be any more grateful. after spending a while laying on her stomach on his couch, she gets up and makes her way into the bathroom, treating his apartment as her o w n.
AS SOON as she enters, her e y e s land on a troubling and all too familiar sight. a used and empty needle on the edge of the sink with a rubber band inside the basin. she suddenly remembers her experience with the drug, her mind f l a s h i n g back to shooting up and almost overdosing when she was young. suddenly the slight fear inside her switches to a blind rage and before she knows it, she’s grabbing the needle and band and storming out of the bathroom, quickly approaching her friend and throwing the objects at him. “what the fuck, tae?!”
the male had been DEDICATED most of his time to a project that he had been assigned, and today was no different ( despite, having the presence of jinhee ), even if progress was slow due to the d i s t r a c t i o n s. his fingertips were TAPPING lightly against the keys, as the body near his own shifted, his dark hues glancing for a moment, before c o n t i n u i n g. jinhee treating his place like her OWN wasn’t unfamiliar, so the male didn’t feel a need to question their movements, INSTEAD he took the period of silence as an opportunity to BLAST through a CHUNK of work undisturbed. he hadn’t thought about the condition his apartment had been left in ( considering, he’d been ALONE the past f e w days — with yumi being away with relatives, much to his dismay — which meant CLEANING wasn’t on his priority list... until his favourite person was due to return ).
so, when jinhee returned, RAGE lacing with words, whilst a f a m i l i a r object was thrown towards his being, taewon SHOULDN’T have been surprised.
there was an e x h a l e that flooded from his lips, as he calmly picked his being up and CLAIMED the used items in his hands, before attention was SET on jinhee, ❛ jeez, are you fucking crazy THROWING this shit about? ❜ he, methodically, began to dispose of the items in discussion ( as if he was used to it ), ❛ ever heard of DIABETES? ❜ he began, as if that was the r e a s o n i n g behind the presence of a needle ( he wasn’t technically LYING, he was just diverting the topic away from the truth ) and SURE, he could have admitted the truth.. or at least pinned the blame on one of his FRIENDS that he’d acquainted with underground, BUT, this was the direction he decided on heading with ( perhaps, a little ridiculous ) and he would HOLD to his story for as long as PHYSICALLY possible — it was just how he was.
「 ʜᴀɴsᴏʟ 」
hansol’s fist banged against the wooden door quickly, hoping that he would be let in. his vision was slightly blurry due to the amount of alcohol that he had consumed that night, and his mind was reeling. hansol could barely even recall where he was just a few hours ago, or how he even got to where he was NOW. after spending way too long bottling things up, FORCING himself to suppress everything, he felt as though he was going to explode. and as the early hours of the morning approached, hansol verging on a drunken breakdown, he wasn’t sure where else to go. “taewon, c’mon.” he called out, his voice scratchy and tired. feeling dizzy, he slumped against the wall and tried again. “it’s hansol. can i come in?”
( @taewcn )
feet were PROPPED against the arm of his couch, his frame lazily s p r a w l e d across the fabric, whilst headphones blasted music to drown out distractions ( DETERMINED to finish the project he’d been assigned ) — that was UNTIL he heard a BANG and he jolted upright. the headphones clattered to the ground, taewon not even FLINCHING as they did so, seeing as he’d entered DEFENCE mode, w a i t i n g to see if it continued ( there was a sense of concern, that is COULD be yumi f a l l i n g, but there was no crying, so, he’d scrapped that idea ). then a v o i c e, nonthreatening in every way. confimation of who the being was meant that taewon opened the door to his apartment, dark hues taking in the other, ❛ woah, you ALRIGHT there, kid? ❜ words hummed, fingertips reaching to offer support to the other, ❛ come on, come in... just don’t be TOO loud. ❜
the HEAT that was radiating from the base of his laptop was beginning to burn at thighs, after being p o s i t i o n e d there for what was CREEPING up to hours, leading the male to grumpily shove it on the table before him ( not caring about the clattering noise that it made ). he’d made LITTLE progress on the project he’d been working on, despite having dedicated what felt like DAYS of his time, which had built the frustration within his being to a state that was bubbling, triggering his skull to drop back and eyelids to f l i c k e r to a close ( say ONE thing wrong and your life may just be in danger ), ❛ i might not be looking, but i can FEEL you watching me. ❜ he hummed, a tongue brushing against lips, as an e x h a l e pushed through, ❛ so, do you mind? i’m not here to be your entertainment.. ❜ he WASN’T always this blunt, but the l a c k of sleep he’d endured the night previous was NOT helping the case ( and, the coffees that he’d consumed had made no difference ) and his entire being was itching for a fight ( perhaps, if he could WIGGLE from responsibilities, he could go tonight ).
“Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.”
❛ I THOUGHT YOU’D QUIT! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN LYING TO ME? ❜
❛ i mean, that depends on what you class as eating properly——but, from MY perspective, i am and you have NO reason to be c o n c e r n e d... or whatever. ❜
“I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?”
❛ I THOUGHT YOU’D QUIT! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN LYING TO ME? ❜
❛ okay, l i s t e n, dae — i TRIED, i really did try, but do you know how hard it is? it’s like you’re SUFFOCATING and it’s the only way to get relief… nothing else works, i’m just stuck like this. ANYWAY, don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous to ASSUME i’ll be c l e a n instantly? fuck, nothing like HIGH expectations ——— and i DIDN’T lie, i just chose not to tell you… because, you know, i don’t actually HAVE to. ❜
“I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.”
❛ I’M ONLY TRYING TO HELP AND RIGHT NOW I THINK I HAVE A MUCH BETTER IDEA OF WHAT YOU NEED THAN YOU DO. ❜
❛don’t make me LAUGH, taeho —it’s my life and you can keep your NOSE out, if you’re going to start throwing your unwanted o p i n i o n s about. ❜
"Have you drank all these bottles in one weekend?!"
❛ HAVE YOU DRANK ALL THESE BOTTLES IN ONE WEEKEND?! ❜
❛ UH —— no? i didn’t want to spend the ENTIRE of my weekend sober, those are just from yesterday. ❜
「sᴏʀᴀ 」
@taewcn
It’s 6am and Sora hasn’t slept all night. Something about holding a baby made her restless & even though she doesn’t mind it, she feels out of place. Sure, she was chuffed that Taewon trusted her, but there were too many favours being called in by her supposed big brother & she was sick and tired of being a go-to babysitter, so when the door of her apartment opens and she hears his footsteps, she simply sighs. “You can’t keep passing on your responsibilities to me.”
he SHOULD feel guilty, for dropping yumi on sora way too often and, perhaps, if you searched hard enough, you’d find a s l i t h e r, but, on the surface, taewon expressed a LACK of consideration - granted, he ADORED his sister, but sometimes, responsibilities would arise ( not a l w a y s agreeable ones ) and he trusted sora, so, she was his FIRST call. on this occasion, there were NO exceptions. his body stumbled in to the apartment, feet shuffling across the laminate, as he h e a r d the other in an INSTANT, triggering a LOUD and i r r i t a t e d groan. ❛ i KNOW, ❜ he huffed, attempting to s o f t e n the tone. ❛ but you know there’s not much else i can do and life calls at times. ❜ he approached the other, ❛ thank you, alright? will THAT stop you from grumbling? ❜
worried starters
trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )
“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”
I open my mouth and dust spills out instead of feelings.
Gabriel Gadfly (via sad-plath)